This autumn morning
I am a city hermit.
Leaving my watch at home,
I stroll down the streets of Manhattan
with tourist eyes,
walking,
without trying to get anywhere,
entering crowds
without losing my silence or solitude,
feasting my eyes on Fall colors
while others are busy getting to work.
And then, I stop,
for no other reason than to pick up
a little red leaf
to LISTEN
to what it has to tell me.